Amy Poehler and Bradley Cooper are back together in "Wet Hot American Summer: First Day of Camp."Saeed Adyani/Netflix

Another day, another reboot.

What used to be one-off specials termed “reunions,” sending all those who dared watch them into a spiral of despair, are now de rigeur, must-watch events.

Next up is “Wet Hot American Summer: First Day of Camp” on Netflix — and its audience is who, exactly?

The movie “Wet Hot American Summer” was released in July 2001, putting many of the day’s hottest alternative comedians — Amy Poehler, Janeane Garofalo, Molly Shannon — together, playing summer camp counselors. It’s the last day at Camp Firewood, and everyone is trying to cement their summer flings after the dance. It’s smack-dab in the great summer comedy tradition.

Still, the movie was widely derided by the critics. The Post’s Lou Lumenick said, “Mostly it fails to score. Maybe that’s why no one has attempted summer-camp comedy since the third ‘Meatballs’ sequel a decade ago.”

Then, like many panned properties that are crafted with great conviction, the movie found a cult audience of college and high school kids, who watched the movie late at night in their parents’ basements paired with cheap beer and a communal joint.

This prequel is designed, like those dreadful reunions of old, to appease original fans, many of whom now have kids, while maybe picking up a sprinkling of curious young Netflix addicts. Is that a terrible, no-good, evil thing to do? Certainly not — but it does set up a lot of viewers for summertime disappointment.

The problematic fourth season of “Arrested Development” comes to mind. The first three seasons of that show reinvigorated a tired genre, the dysfunctional family sitcom, by employing the single-camera style, and centering the show around the fall of the rich and corrupt — TV comedy post-Enron.

Elizabeth Banks in “Wet Hot American Summer: First Day of Camp.”Saeed Adyani/Netflix

When the show returned in 2013, it was comforting to see familiar, beloved characters, but the conceit was beyond tired and its audience had moved on. My guess is that a similar fate will befall “Wet Hot.”

Why not make room for the new, risky, messed-up, gross-out, brilliant college kid shows? That’s where Netflix should be putting its efforts, rather than self-indulgently recycling a 14-year-old movie.

But Netflix knows that “Wet Hot” is a brand, albeit with a fizzling audience, giving them a guaranteed viewership. Though keep in mind: While it’s been repackaged and given the cool binge-watch-me stamp of approval, it is nonetheless a dusty old reunion special.